Makeup Curse Part 8

Becca is a little more cheerful now she's a guy. Ross doesn't feel the same.

Makeup Curse part 8

Becca shuffles uncomfortably in her seat as Ross turns the car and accelerates sharply. She huffs and groans in discomfort at both Ross’s poor driving and her tight clothes.

“Argh these clothes,” she moans in annoyance, unbuttoning her shorts to stop them from cutting her in half. “They are too small for me!

Ross quickly glances at Becca. He’s still not used to seeing her like this—a large-set guy. He’s still a little dazed by the whole thing.

“Try and sleep,” Ross suggests, focusing on the road. “Plus—stop moaning, it’s your own fault for only packing girl’s clothes. I know you did that on purpose!”

“I packed these!” she quickly replies in defense. “No my fault that male me is this absolute beast. Even your normal clothes feel like womens.”

Ross pulls a sour face but doesn’t look in her direction. He doesn’t want to look at her. Her new unexpected transformation makes him feel slightly uncomfortable.

“I see you trying not to look at me!” Becca says mischievously. “Do you not like the new me Ross…..?”

Ross doesn’t react and that spurs Becca on to try and wind him up further.

“Come on Rossy…,” she playfully giggles, reaching over to poke him in the leg. “Do you think I’m….cute or maybe…handsome!?”

“Stop it, Becca,” Ross grunts crossly. “I’m trying to concentrate!”

“Don’t be like that my little sweet pea,” Becca teases, poking him again lightly. “We’ve role-played these roles before. Now I’m actually feeling like the more dominant one.”

“What are you saying, Becca!?” Ross barks, throwing a quick angry glance in her direction. “Are you trying to tell me you’re enjoying looking like that!?”

Stunned, Becca just looks down at her body stuffed into Ross’s ill-fitting clothing. She then brushes her hand across the rough feeling stubble on her chin and she gently smiles.

She feels different from before. Now her transformation is completed and she’s not between genders, she feels better somehow.

“Becca!” Ross huffs impatiently. “You can’t be serious! Answer me already!”

“Please don’t yell,” Becca replies calmly. “I don’t know how I feel yet. It’s just so….different ok.”

Reacting childishly, Ross puts his foot firmly down on the gas peddle. The car roars to life and picks up speed.

“Not so fast!” Becca pleas, putting her hand against the glove box for support.

“No, we are getting to this place as fast as we can. I don’t want you to get comfortable like that.”

“Comfortable like what!?” Becca gripes, holding tight to her seat as Ross weaves dangerously between car lanes.

“Like that!” Ross quips, pointing at her but not looking.

“Are you Joking me right now!?” Becca complains, clenching her teeth as Ross speeds past a large truck. “Are you that insecure about how I look right now! Does it matter what I look like? I’m still me Ross!”

Darting precariously between two more cars, Becca slaps the glove box hard with her large hand.

“Ross!” she growls, slapping it again. “Slow down! You’re going to get us killed!”

“For F SAKE!” Ross screams with pure frustration, throwing one hand up off the steering wheel. “OK!”

As the car begins to slow to a normal highway speed, they both sit in silence. The tension in the air between them was thick like syrup.

“I thought this was going to be fun y’know…,” Becca says miserably, breaking the silence. “I thought you’d spend a few days a girl and you’d be enlightened by it.”

Ross takes a long breath. Adjusting his grip on the steering wheel, he lets out a sigh.

“That’s not fair Becca,” he replies softly, trying to focus on the road ahead. “You’ve been awfully snappy since this morning.

“No, I haven’t!”

“Yes, you have! I was so excited when I brought us breakfast and you barely acknowledge my good news!”

“What are you going on about?” Becca asks impatiently.

“You also kept saying that I’ve got gender issues. That’s not true Becca…I-I-just….”

“Just what!? Clearly, you do! Look at what you're wearing right now! What normal boy does this!”

“This is your fault, Becca!” Ross protests. “You put the makeup on me! You made me dress as a girl! You’ve forced me to borrow your spare outfits because you didn’t pack any of mine! You said it would be easier for me to be seen as a girl!”

“Whateva you little shrimp!” Becca gripes, looking away and out her window. “I didn’t hear you complaining last night.”

“That’s really not fair!” Ross replies in pure frustration. “I do that…..because I-I-I…..”

“Stop stuttering!”

“I love you….ok! I love you Becca and I want to make you happy. I do those things because it’s what you want and I know how much you enjoy it!”

Mouth and eyes wide open, Becca slowly turns back to look at Ross. Having red teary eyes, he stares forward at the road ahead, but she can clearly see the honesty written across his face.

“You…….,” Becca pauses as Ross quickly glances at her but bashfully turns back to face the road. “Love…me?”

“I F’ing do yeah,” Ross replies after a moment of silence. “I love your cute face, your stunning sky blue eyes, your confidence, and your passion.”

“…you’re serious…aren’t you,” Becca says surprised, continuing to stare in shock without blinking.

“Yes, I’m serious,” he says, turning to give her an honest expression. “Right now though, I don’t see Becca. I see some random dude.”

Gasping, Becca brings her hand to her mouth in shock and covers it.

“But….,” she says, lowering her hand to touch Ross on the knee. “I am still me Ross. I’m still ME!”

Ross shakes his head and then quickly looks back at the road.

“I’m…just,” he pauses and rubs his tearful eyes. “I’m not into it Becca. I don’t think having a boyfriend is what I want. I don’t think I can deal with this at all.”

Becca sighs and holds a hand in front of her face. Studying her rough skin for a second, she folds her arms tight.

“Is strange….,” she admits calmly, trying to hide the fact she’s upset at his comments. “Not how I thought all this was going to pan out.”

“Strange is not the word I’d use,” Ross sarcastically replies. “What do you mean pan out?”

“It’s not what I had in mind,” Becca casually dismisses. “Don’t worry….I’m just thinking aloud. ”

Shrugging his shoulders, Ross says nothing further.

A long silence passes between them as Ross drives and Becca looks out the car window. Becca knows she can’t leave the conversation like this. Him admitting his love for her is huge! He’s never said it outright like that before!”

“Ross…?” Becca says softly, reaching over to place a gentle hand on his knee.

“What?”

“I…erm…,” she mumbles, going a little red. “I love you too.”

Looking down at Becca’s large hand on his knee, he quickly looks back up to see her big beautiful blue eyes staring at him. He can feel his face going bright red as she stares deep into his eyes.

“Can we pull over for a minute?” Becca asks, smiling wide.

Ross nods in agreement and then a few minutes later pulls off the highway. Spotting a superstore just off the intersection, they pull into the car park and Ross turns off the engine.

Still, with her hand on his knee, Beccas grips it softly. “Look into my eyes.”

Turning to face her, He sees her staring down at him with a huge smile and those blue eyes he knows and loves.

Moments pass as the two of them look through the windows to each other's souls. As much as Becca’s Male body intimidates him, he can see her staring back at him through those blue eyes.

“See….? Becca asks gently, moving her hand to touch Ross’s soft rosy cheeks. “It’s me still.”

Ross is reluctant at first to let Becca touch his face. As he flinches, he looks away.

“Kiss me…,” Becca commands, leaning her large body towards him causing the passenger seat to creak

Ross leans back and gives her a concerned expression. His eyes dart back and forward from each one of Becca’s eyes. He still doesn’t know how to feel about it!

Still touching his face, Becca softly brushes his face with the back of her hand. Gently touching the bottom of his chin, she smiles.

“Ross…,” she says desperately, worried he’s going to reject her. “Please….”

Tenderly taking hold of Becca’s hand, Ross can’t help but notice how small his hand is compared to hers. Pushing through that, he gently takes her fingers from his face and moves away.

“I…um….,” he mumbles, turning away sharply. “I need more time.”

Lowering her head in disappointment, she sinks back into her seat. The car creaks again loudly as she moves.

“Ok,” Becca responds, slumping into her seat. “I understand.”

Now turning to look out the window herself, Becca feels the tears welling in her eyes. She really did think Ross would look past her appearance and kiss her.

“Hey look,” Ross says, causing Becca to look in the direction he faces. “It’s a superstore. Probably got a clothing section. You wanna go buy something a little more comfortable?”

“Sure…,” Becca answers emotionless, trying to hide her pain. “That’s a good idea.”

Opening the passenger side door, Becca bundles out and stands by the car. She can’t bring herself to look at Ross as he gets out. She wants to hide her devastation but feels the tears are moments away from bursting out.

“Hey Becca,” Ross says tenderly, coming around the car to stand next to her. “I just need more time…ok. Please don’t be sad.

Becca looks away as Ross tries to get her attention. She’s biting her lip to hold back the tears.

“If it makes you feel better,” Ross says playfully, trying to cheer her up. “I’m going to have to pretend to be your girlfriend right now…right? I mean look at us. Who’s going to believe I’m the boyfriend….!?”

Becca looks down at her cute feminine-looking boyfriend wearing a mini skirt and smiles.

“That’s true,” she chuckles lightly, raising a single eyebrow. “Maybe I can treat my girl to something nice…?”

“Sure…,” Ross sarcastically smirks, turning to face the store. “Let's hurry though. We haven’t got long if we still want to reach the makeup place by this evening.”

Becca smiles brightly and takes a long stride towards the store. “Hurry up them…my little sweat pea!”

Rolling his eyes, Ross follows behind. “Oh, gravy. You’re going to milk this..aren’t you? I don’t want any more piercings…understand!?”